You took my heart

Like one takes a book

From the library

You never told me

I was on a return

 

I gave you my heart

Naively 

Imagined forever

Without an end

 

What is this?

I’ve found a pile of library hearts

All with date stamps 

Some even have fine notices attached 

 

You didn’t even bother

To take them back

You just left them scattered;

Covered in dust

 

I think you are spineless

I want my forever relinquished

You seem to have judged me by my cover

Never felt the need

To read between the lines

 

If you had …

You would have realised

I am a rare edition

Sought after by many

So you best get me to the library

Before they notice

I am missing. 

C.K. 23